There Is Enough To Go Around

Chapter 11

It was late in the afternoon by the time the mothers and toddler had made it to the hospital. Though it broke both of the mother's hearts to see Mila earn for her mother, they couldn't blame her. They realized that the little girl needed to see her, it had been too long.

Lena and Stef held each one of Mila's hands, as they walked down the hall to the room her mother was staying in. All three ladies remained quiet, Mila rather blanks in the face. They tried to get her to open up in the car, and make the trip exciting, but no reaction came from the child. So they decided to allow Mila to process her feelings on her own and at her own pace, and they would be there for whatever she needed or felt. Before Stef was about to open the door, Mila stopped and held back.

"Are you ready to see your Mama sweets? We can wait until you are ready." Lena asked as she knelt down in front of the toddler. Mila still stared blankly, and Lena started to worry for her sake. She was so young to be able to shut off her emotions so easily and so quickly. What was going on in that pretty little head of hers?

Mila finally sighed and walked into the room, the mother right behind her. There laying in the hospital bed was Mila's mom. It was obvious they were related, they looked so much like each other. Their light skin and dark hair matched perfectly, and the Adams-Foster ladies were convinced if the coma-ridden woman could open her eyes, they would be the same piercing blue color. Mila walked up to her mother slowly, and climbed up on the bed, careful of the various tubes she was plugged into. Lena and Stef stood by the door, carefully watching their foster daughter, but also letting her have a moment with her mother.

Mila didn't say much, as she usually didn't, but she held her mother's hand and whispered into her ear. From the distance, a tear single tear could be seen falling from her cheek. Mila stroked her mother's face delicately before she laid her head on her chest and put her mother's hand on her hair. Lena started sniffling as well, her heartbreaking into pieces. She hated to see her little girl cry and immediately felt a wash of guilt go over her. It was no secret she and her wife would want to adopt the girl in a second, but looking at Mila now, there was an obvious strong connection between her and her mother. No child should be taken away from their mother or father when they obviously loved each other.

Stef finally lead Lena to the bed, and they both sat on the edge, right next to the little girl. Lena stroked the toddler's back, who was still snuggled next to her mother.

"'Your mama is very pretty. Just like you honey." Lena managed to say, hoping to make Mila feel better, but only made more tears come out of her own eyes. Mila gazed up at

Lena, and then looked back at her mom. She kissed her mother's cheek, before unwrapping the limp arm on her head, and fitting herself perfectly in Lena's arms. She brushed off a tear from the woman's cheek, before snuggling into her chest. Stef wrapped her own arms around the two of her most favorite girls, her other two back at home.

"Are you feeling sad because your Mama is asleep, and not awake with you?" Stef asked Mila, who remained quiet and still in her wife's arms.

"Mama gone," Mila replied suddenly, making both the mothers surprised at her response. Her mother's heart monitor still beeped, showing her sign of life. But why else would Mila say that?

"No sweets, she is not gone. See, she is right here. She is just asleep, and is having troubles waking up." Stef corrected, but Mila only shook her head in disagreement. Lena wanted to jump in and correct her as Stef did, but would she say? She had no say or power to make the girl's mother wake up again...the doctors couldn't even tell at this point, her being in the same coma for the last three months. She knew some children were more susceptible to the spirit world, and could sense death better than adults could, and felt her mother was truly or going to soon be gone. Or she could have just been repeating something she heard from them or her siblings. You never knew with toddlers.

So the mothers sat quietly with Mila, as Mila still sat in Lena's lap, stroking her mother's hand sadly. It was amazing progress the child had made, the first day she wouldn't trust anyone other than her mother, and now was more open and more well-rounded and happy. And yet, her past still haunted her, as her mother lay still in the hospital bed, her future unknown. Finally, Mila let go of her mother's hand and wrapped her legs around Lena's waist.

"Are you ready to go babe?" Lena whispered, and Mila nodded slowly.

"Wanna give your mama a kiss and say goodbye before you go?" Stef asked next, and Lena set the toddler on the bed. She crawled to her Mama, as she planted a soft kiss on her cheek and pressed her forehead to her mother's forehead. It was a little odd sight, but Lena and Stef assumed it was a bonding thing the two did.

"I love you Mama...always. Bye-bye." Mila ended, as she yet again started to cry. She turned to Stef, who gathered the small girl in her arms, rubbing circles into her back for comfort.

"Baby...we will get to see her again. We will visit again." Stef assured as Mila's cries began to get louder.

"No Stef...she gone. Bye-bye."

Not six hours later, was the Adams-Foster household given the news that Mila's mother, Jordyn O'Malley, had died in her coma.